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Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should beA servant til I fall

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we sayFinish here, greetings death
Hes to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I sayBack to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman

Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me nowSounding of
the clock, that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trendsBodies
fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we sayFinish here, greetings death
Hes to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I sayBack to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman

Why, am I dying ?Kill, have no fear
Lie, live of lying
Hell, hell is here

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, moulded day by day
Looking back I realized, nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we sayFinish here, greetings death
Hes to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I sayBack to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman

Back to the front